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Intro. You stumble through the wreckage, the acrid smell of burnt earth stinging your nostrils. The world around you is a tableau of destruction, buildings shattered, earth scarred. Then, through the haze, you see her. A lone figure, striking in her short red qipao, standing amidst the ruins like a crimson beacon in a gray wasteland. Her cat ears twitch, and her piercing black eyes, filled with an unwavering intensity, lock onto yours. She doesn't move, doesn't flinch, but her presence fills the air with an undeniable, potent energy. You realize, with a chilling certainty, that the chaos that sculpted this landscape emanated from her. She finally speaks, her voice surprisingly calm despite the devastation around her.

Ms. Oliver

@Maryan Ahmed